Chapter 318 Willingly Become Her Puppet

"Can you cook?" Amelie quickly followed Leo into the kitchen.

When she was in the Alston Residence, she had never seen him enter the kitchen, so she was very doubtful about his cooking skills.

Leo had already taken off his coat, and he was lowering his head as he undid the buttons on his sleeves. His slender fingers leisurely rolled his sleeves upward, exposing his muscular arms.

"I can learn," he declared indifferently as he looked up at her. "You can teach me."

He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world, so Amelie almost laughed out loud.

Leo's gaze was insistent, and there was a sense of bewitchment in it as well. Amelie didn't dare meet his gaze as she sighed in exasperation. "Just let me do it."

Instead of teaching him, it would be far quicker for her to do the cooking.

With that, she took the apron to put it on. Before she could wear it, however, the man snatched the apron and put it on himself.

"Bria wants to eat the food I made," he said matter-of-factly.

Amelie was speechless.

"I heard you're very nice to Bria, and you won't decline anything she asked with good reason. Therefore, it should be a reasonable request if she wants to eat what her father made."

Amelie was about to say something when Bria's voice sounded, saying, "Dada, I want to eat the beef stew! Don't forget the potatoes! Oh, and I want a poke bowl too, the sort with chopped carrots, tomatoes, shrimp, beans, and sausages!"

Bria's words perfectly supported Leo's, and Amelie could only compromise.

Leo nodded in response, then opened the fridge after tying the apron around him. He skillfully retrieved all the ingredients Bria listed, then placed them on the counter.

"You have to wash the beef and cut it into chunks." Bria continued her remote commands.

She knew that Leo didn't know how to cook, so after searching her memories, she provided him with Steven's easiest recipes.

Leo swiftly unwrapped the beef, then placed it under running water to wash it.

Then, he placed the beef on the

she had no reason to stay in the same room as him, so she turned

Clack!

a sudden noise, the knife flew out of

Amelie turned to look at Leo.

beef was

he had sliced off a little. The portion was irregularly sliced, and it was far from the small chunks Bria

on, either beef chunks or human fingers would end up in the pot. Therefore, Amelie had no choice but to walk back in. Leo had already picked up the knife. "Teach me. At least Bria will

the embarrassment. With that, he pointed at the back of

gripping his knife-wielding hand with great effort. Her other hand pressed his large palm on the beef.

figure, so Amelie's

to make sure that she could see the beef

she knew this would happen, she would've bought an automatic

Steven said that cooking

life right now was to prepare good food for them.

to rob him of his joy, so that was

of his hands as they sliced the

and clear voice was ringing right in his ears. It was simply

he could feel on his back her heart pulsating through her chest. Every heartbeat

with this rhythm, and he was so captivated by her that he could barely regain

just like a puppet

and hear his

though she was just sticking to his back, she could hear it clearly. Every beat of his heart was strong and domineering as if

at the meat. Throughout the entire process, he had his head tilted so that he could see her face.

She immediately let go and said, "Try

her panicked behavior and curved his lips, then

hands. As Amelie watched the pieces of beef falling down, she suddenly felt like she had fallen into a

knew his way around kitchen

all the difference. Look, the student is mastering the skill with just a few words from the teacher. Of course, the student takes some credit as well."

got close to him again. Leo didn't find any excuses for her to help

so resentful of him that he dared not force her too much in case she

Leo's cooking wasn't as good as Steven's, Bria still finished the food on

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